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"A Hunting Story",

By: Ty the Fox

The woods were silent.

A solitary hunter stood motionless, boots entrenched deep in the soft white snow below. The scene seemed utterly devoid of life; all of the resident songbirds had ventured south for the winter and all other woodland critters were most likely sleeping in their dens. The sky, plainly visible through the scraggly skeletons of the trees, was a clear, cold gray, sun shining brightly but having no effect on the snow that carpeted the forest floor. All of a sudden the hunter heard the soft padding of a large creature in the distance; closing his eyes, he tried to pinpoint its exact location, quietly clicking off the safety on his rifle as he did so. Slowly turning his head and opening his eyes, the man caught his first glimpse of the animal: a beautiful silver-and-white furred timberwolf. It was an unusually large brute, standing at about three and a half feet at the shoulder and perhaps six feet from muzzle tip to tail, its entire body covered with lush, carefully preened fur. Most important to the hunter, however, was that the wolf seemed to be alone; his keen eyes would have been able to spot any wolfish comrades lying amongst the thin wintry cover. "What a majestic creature..." the man thought to himself. Then, hoisting the sniper rifle up into a shooting position and glancing through the scope, he added, "His head will look great on my mantle when Jim and his wife come over next week." As he calmly tensed his index finger on the trigger, he allowed his eye to adjust to the magnification change, bringing the image into focus as it morphed from a shapeless gray lump into a sharply defined head, every bristle of fur in place as it stared complacently into the distance. Inadvertently placing more weight on his front foot, the hunter winced as he felt the twig beneath it yield to the increase in strain, releasing a sickening crackle as it snapped. It was not very loud, but it was loud enough. The timberwolf quickly tilted its head in the direction of the sound, pale yellow orbs staring in the hunter's direction. Through the scope, he saw those eyes in vivid detail, gleaming as though inherently luminescent, aside from the thin black slits for pupils. In that one glance, the hunter felt a cold shiver run up his spine and suddenly he was paralyzed with fright; quaking uncontrollably, his gun shook out of focus and his trembling trigger finger prematurely clenched, sending a shot harmlessly into a tree several yards away from the wolf. Immediately, it scampered away, leaving nothing but paw prints in its wake. Cursing under his breath, the hunter began to gain control of himself and shakily placed another shell into his rifle, which softly clicked into place. Breathing deeply in an effort to quiet his heavily palpitating heart, he stood perfectly still, waiting to see if the wolf was foolish enough to return to the small clearing.

Thud! The hunter felt himself bowled over and completely winded as something heavy crashed into his side. Dazed, he shook his head clear of the sparkling stars and tried to get up, but found himself pinned to the ground by two large paws on his chest, the claws digging into his skin through his coat as he tried to wiggle free. Following the limbs upward with his own eyes, he meets the all-too-familiar pair of pale eyes staring back at him implacably. Its lips were drawn back in schadenfreudy delight, revealing sharp, sparkling teeth that glinted dangerously in the sunlight. "What were you doing?" it suddenly asked in a pleasant baritone, no hint of malice or even mischief as its mouth moved to accommodate the syllables much like a human's.

Completely flabbergasted, the hunter stammered in response, "Wwwhat? You can talk?!" Out of the corner of his eye he noticed his rifle but a foot away. If he could only reach it...

"Yes," the timberwolf replied, eyes still fixed on its quarry's face. "I repeat, since you seem to be a bit daft, what were you doing?" The grin still remained planted its face as an acknowledgement of its clearly dominant position.

Trying to maintain eye contact while still stretching his hand out to reach for the fallen rifle, he replied hurriedly, "I was, uhh, just taking a walk, observing the beautiful scenery with my, um, telescope. It allows me to see things much clearer."

"Oh, that's nice. You mean this thing here?" It motioned with its head in the direction of the gun, noticing with a barely perceptible nod that the hunter was straining to get at it. "Well, I think you can see me pretty plainly now, so you shouldn't need it anymore." With that cool reply, the wolf used one of its well-toned hind legs to kick it far out of reach.

As he watched mortified as his last hope of escape spun far out of his grasp, the hunter began to panic and tried a more shameful tactic. In a trembling voice, he stuttered, "Look here, Mr. Wolf...uh, I'm sorry I disturbed you. But, I'm fine and you're fine, so, um, can you let me go? Please, let's just be friends!"

The grin widened, making the hunter's stomach turn over within him. "No, I don't think so," it replied evenly, now taking a moment to glance up and down the hunter's brawny figure. "You see," it continued, "you have something that I want. Rather, there is something you can give me that would make me feel much more satisfied."

The hunter's eyes popped open in excitement; perhaps there was a way that he will find a way out of this fix after all! Voice breaking with emotion, he cried, "Anything; if it's in my power, you shall have it." Silent tears began to stream down his face as the turmoil within could no longer be constrained.

Still grinning widely, the wolf lifted a forepaw to dab at the human's cheek gingerly before answering. "Good. Giving yourself over to me willingly is much easier than having to down you struggling."

The look in the hunter's eyes turned from eagerness to horror in an instant. "No please," he pleaded, tears forming thin rivulets on his face. "Anything but that...I have a wife and son at home! Please, there are other things I can do for you!"

Chuckling softly, the timberwolf leaned in closer, allowing the tip of his muzzle to slightly graze his ear, and whispered softly, "You attempted to kill me; I'm simply returning the favor. Though I think that I will be slightly more successful than you were." It lifted its great head and then opened its cavernous maw, allowing the hunter to get more than a whiff of the wolf's hot, rank breath as he stared inside, seeing the rows of dazzling white teeth, the fine detail of the ridges of the roof of his mouth, the long, lolling red tongue shining with fresh saliva, and finally the black entrance to the wolf's gullet. Chuckling darkly, the timberwolf peered into the hunter's eyes, giving him a mind-piercing stare as it continued, "Like what you see?"

In response, the hunter squirmed harder than ever and gave a loud whoop, hoping desperately there was some other friendly person or creature in the woods that would be willing to help. Laughing again, the wolf said gently, "Hush...there's no need to hurt my ears. There is nothing even remotely close to us that would be willing to help you. I made sure of that before stalking you." It paused, giving the hunter time to process gravity of that statement. "Now be still. You told me that you would do anything in your power to help me and I'm telling you that it will be easier for both of us if you just lie still."

At this point, the hunter was in such a state of fear that he was completely paralyzed; his mind had shut down, overloaded with too many strong incoming signals telling him to be afraid. The wolf's words were no more than faint music in the distance, pleasantly oscillating in pitch while never forming comprehensible syllables. As the wolf opened its great mouth once more and descended upon his head, he let out a high-pitched shriek; having been stripped of a logical brain, he had been reduced to no more than the many dull-witted creatures whose heads he had collected diligently over the years, a being whose actions were solely dictated by animalistic urges. However, it paused a few inches above the man's shivering head to get one final word before plunging its prey into darkness. "You know, you're pretty lucky. We could have done this the hard way..." Leaving those final words hanging, the timberwolf came down upon the hunter's wiggling head and neck, sending the hunter immediately into a tight, hot world of blackness.

What little the hunter did to protect himself was ineffective. His arms and legs were flailing wildly, but were unable to connect with any part of the wolf and ultimately wasted what little energy he had left. Before he had a chance to take a deep breath in preparation, the timberwolf forced his surprisingly wide mouth over the hunter's unclad head, instantly coating his face and matting his hair down with thick, hot slime. The stench was nearly unbearable and he gagged reflexively as soon as he was plunged into the humid environment. The wolf's tongue lazily passed over his mouth and nose, filling his nostrils with still more gooey saliva, which he promptly snorted out to clear out his airways. The wolf, who was now grunting with exertion and pleasure, worked its large jaws and cheeks around his skull like a snake, and within moments had engulfed the hunter up to his neck, forcing its cheeks to puff out as it encapsulated the entire head of its prey. The tiny bits of light that the hunter was using to see the extent of his plight were instantly extinguished as the top of his head reached the back of the throat, which reflexively clenched around his crown. As the thick tongue passed along his neck, leaving behind its characteristic trail of ooze, the hot, clammy sensation induced a convulsive shudder down his spine, momentarily reawakening the logical part of his brain. Now fully aware of his helpless position, the hunter let out a loud scream, which quickly was cut short as saliva on the back of the wolf's tongue soon found its way into his now-open mouth, inducing a gagging sound as he tried to cough out the foul-tasting liquid.

Hunger dictating his actions, the wolf gripped tight on the man's body with his jaws and secured him in place while taking a long, hard swallow. The muscles lining his gullet tensed painfully around the man's head and then pulled hard, forcibly pushing the hunter's head and neck into the tight passage and dragging more of the his squirming body inside of his mouth. The hunter's heart rate soared as he moved still farther downward in the sweltering, moist environment, completely blind as no light entered the wolf's gullet with him. Scrambling, he tried to move his hands and arms, trying to get a grip on something, but only feeling squishy, wet flesh as he groped around in the timberwolf's maw. The wolf, meanwhile, simply observed the bulge in its neck pelt wriggle about and move soundlessly; it allowed the sheer pleasure of being satiated wash over its body, moaning in delight at each time the thing inside squirmed. Losing all semblance of an upper cognition, the timberwolf, stimulated by the taste of the hunter's flesh on his tongue and further persuaded by the churning and gurgling of his stomach below, tilted its head back and gulped hard again, sending the shoulders and upper torso of the man into his waiting gullet as the hunter's head penetrated the chest cavity. Though air was very scarce in the tight channel, he managed to hold on to his consciousness, struggling desperately to get out, though his flailing grew weaker with each passing moment due to both physical and emotional exhaustion. The hunter suddenly gasped and shivered in disgust; the wolf's probing tongue unpleasantly worked its way underneath his many layers of clothing and rubbed its slimy surface all over his belly.

The size of his prey made it difficult for the timberwolf to drag him down, but with the help of gravity and the power of the muscles lining its esophagus, the hunter slowly slid down the tight, slick passageway. As it swallowed hard once again, the hunter's head broke through the end of the gullet and popped into the rank pit that was the wolf's stomach. The stench alone made the hunter retch and squirm, trying desperately to escape from his sweltering surroundings; unfortunately for the hunter, the only reaction that his wiggling elicited from the wolf was a contented moan, and in fact encouraged the beast to swallow again, bringing the crown of his head in contact with the caustic juices churning at the bottom of the wolf's belly. He yelped in pain as he felt the acidic mix touch his scalp, immediately singeing his hair and producing a fizzling sound as it ate away at hair and flesh. The timberwolf with his keen ears picked up on the scream from within, but could not muster a reply because the hunter's legs still dangled helplessly from his jaws; however, he did acknowledge that the next stage in his prey's journey had arrived with a simple mmmph of satisfaction. The widest parts of the man already inside, the timberwolf, aided by gravity, slurped up the hunter's pair of legs with little effort, giving them a quick coat of fresh saliva from his tongue before gulping for the last time, pushing them down the long tube and into his waiting stomach. It smacked its lips and grinned before lying back, groaning with exertion as it reoriented its body position with the hunter bulging out his gut nicely.

The hunter felt the sac around him expand as the rest of him tumbled inside, forcing him into an uncomfortable position; though no bones were broken, the pressure had caused him considerable strain to his back and legs. Moaning weakly, the hunter tries to push out against his surroundings, but ultimately the muscled stomach walls were too strong for him to adjust his position, so he simply tried to relax his body. However, adrenaline was still surging through his bloodstream, forcing him to be alert and panicked, mind in overdrive as he tried to figure out a way to escape in one piece. Physically, he felt too exhausted to struggle, so he tried one last time to plead with the wolf, "PLEASE! Let me out, wolf! I can help you and I'll do whatever you ask, just please, don't finish me off down here!"

At that moment, the hunter's exhalations had quickly traveled up its esophagus, inducing a great belch from the large timberwolf; the raucous sound echoed off the trees and eventually faded to nothingness. Grinning and licking its lips some, the wolf rubbed its rounded belly gently with both forepaws, inducing another low growling noise of pleasure from its throat. It struggled to put its muzzle to the top of its bulgy gut and spoke loudly to his middle, "You're doing all that you can do right now by satisfying my hunger. You were delicious by the way...better than most of the other humans I've sampled in my day. Now settle down; I'm going to rest now that my hunger has been slaked." With that it laid its great head on the soft snow and closed its pale eyes, soon drifting off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The hunter let out a blood-curling shriek, though the thick insulation of the wolf's hide muffled the sound greatly, only audible as a weak, high-pitched moan. With his remaining energy, he tried to kick and push against his surroundings, though his efforts were an exercise in futility. Gasping in the thin air, he finally collapsed, sinking into the wolf's gastric juices, which, having already eaten through his thick clothes, began to work on the hunter's flesh, sizzling as they did their work, quickly turning the hunter into an amorphous pile of goo in the pit of the wolf's belly. Gurgling contentedly, the digestive sac continued to break down what remained of the man, only resting after its contents were completely liquefied.

Once again, the woods were silent.